The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The mist in the valley of Oakhaven does not rise; it settles, like a wet wool blanket laid over the thatched roofs and the stone chimneys of the village. You are Elias, and your hands are stained not just with the white dust of flour, but with the grey residue of a guilt that has calcified in your knuckles over twenty years. It is the eve of the winter solstice, and the air in your bakery is...

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